Suddenly, he snapped, striking with his fangs like a snake. The hand was jerked back and the teeth came together emptily with a sharp click. page 126 chapter 16
His eyes were muddy and yellow, as though Nature had run short on pigments and squeezed together the dregs of all her tubes. page 123 chapter 16
Beginning here, as though regretting her parsimony, Nature had spread his features with a lavish hand. His eyes were large, and between them was a distance of two eyes. page 122 chapter 16
Beauty Smith enjoyed the task. He delighted in it. He gloated over his victim, and his eyes flamed dully, as he swung the whip or club and listened to White Fang's cries of pain and to his helpless bellows and snarls.